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PLEASE DOUGHNUT READ THESE YA LINER NOTES WHILST LISTENING TO THE RECORDINGS
Yes, that's right. Leon Russell and Marc Benno originally sang in The Asylum Choir and comprised more than merely the vocal half of it. They played and wrote and messed around on some notes with no more than four tracks at a time and bounced them right off Herb Alpert's head in very that small room of his, eventually while singing about roast fish who rhymed really well with his last name. Leon went and sang about cannibal Ralph Carney piano-playing people on records made for and by Superman or a record company logo awfully similar to 'im anyway. So, because there's a big old toilet roll on the cover of their debut LP (again at least initially), who the hell is going to be able to resist looking inside the damn thing and listening to it for awhile? Least of all high school aged me, whose high-school-aged head had all manner of things bounced off and licked up 'pon it by those mental patient soldiers-round-di-corner men dem.
I-man very young nieces didn't half cut some shag carpet to a lickle song of theirs called "Death Of the Flowers." Like hey now, miss L-E-G Meeghan of the first and second parts type of pickney gals do you even realize yet that the bearded yin up in there is singing emotionally about a rocking horse brigade coming to the rescue of several different dead people from down Newent, Gloucester, UK Village Of The Damned wey?! Yeah, Uncle Really Well-Travelling Admiral William Albert Ayler Camus Hayes' Farm-Implement-Assistant Nephew did not go reckon so either.
Nor those two songs 'pon dem secon' album singing all about the Vail family of down Haddon Township right-around-the-way the third part son thing was being born in Not-Strictly-Literal-Yuh-Overstand County Alabama?! So Daddy did drop a ball in the bowling hall after all and proceeded to produce a watch-carrying geetar-slaying personal best friend of this yin huh?! Chaw!! Swiss-precision-timed electric guitar no less, from a good ol' bwoyo who even ah go slightly resemble David Bowie's metrognome and/ or Eddie Cochran holding a great big Timex that glows in the dark like a jellyfish for quite a long time. Tornado soup is for trailer-parking-robot-slang belly only, I-yah, quite apart from him nice software ina bat'room general direction. Hanging around playing folk songs around Roger "Ryo-Kai" Kynard Erickson's campfire in Philadelphia while never telling we up until long after putting down that very same guitar for this LP that its author only manage to do such a damn fool t'ing as go name we after the very first movie 'im ever see in all his puff. A snappy little Australian number whose name all of we already know really well by this point which has managed to give the poor bwoy dere nothing short of Swiss-precision-lockstepped mental-patient soldiers marching around with cereal boxes 'pon dem heids-ah while di piano lady 'er really wails on some soon-to-be Mark Edward Smith-styled Krautrock repetition-ah quite apart from that radiator jukebox with Fats Waller musik 'pon it. And 'im-with-the-blliard-balls-in-him-desk-drawer and all of those photographs who is responsible for most of that and this happening to begin with just stands upright and grins a big grin. I-man truly sorry, Junior Varsity Giant Nuts baadasssss muhfuckin' all-singing-and-dancing guitar-attacking pal. I-man really had no idea you were acquainted with Terry and Peter's Aussie nightmare peoples previously. Not to mention that diff'rent Canadianeighbour Bruce who cannae haack living next door anymore to Cuba, Misery's own Right Reverend LP-Records-Scratched-Up-Aw-Tae-Fuck funny bwoy who got really well upset about Tandy TL Tonto Indian prototype singing the blues about Satan and unborn unicorn machines dying back in 1969.
Wait a minute now, I-man learnt some wicked 4-track-production steez by merely listening to bearded fish-heid soldier bwoyos sing about "Soul Food" and electrical-two-session-man-bands "Black Sheep Boogaloo"-ing upside Philip K. Dick's big head?! Well before 'im even know how to jump over and t'rough any sort of Robot George Meekghan do-you-like-dub-reggae-it's-my-music tricks?! Yes. Yes I-man did ah go do so. When 'im was jus' aroun' fifteen years of age and didn't know how to fuck a "Funky Donkey" back up to that St. Louis chu'ch at 300 RPM or whatever jus' yet. On the west end of town today a young boy was... bitten... and officials... report that it was the cars that ate paris we what bit the boy. Arf! 26!


All TCTAP-musik inspired by James Cagney feeling inside I
[symbolically speaking]

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 22/05/2005
Band Website: nuh webshite jus' yet" nuh webshite jus' yet
Band Members: An ever-revolving/ evolving cast of Mans simulacra gathered together in a cave and fucking up a Babylon with Isa Dick-Haackett
Influences: Jean Yves Labat de Rossi, esq.
Captain Beefheart
Joe [muthafuckin'] Meek
Bruce [badass muthafuckin'] Haack
Philip K. Dick
White Noise
Wah Wah Rabbits
The Screamers [you better shut up and listen to...]
Lee Perry and the Upsetters
The [legendary shit-G-money-what-is-up-with-you-now-motherfuck?!] Shit Police
Deutsche Amerikanische Freundschaft
The Asylum Choir and the Ampex tape machine dem rode away 'pon
Cabaret Voltaire
Die Pixelation Noize
Faust
Les Maledictus Sound
Swastika Girls
JG Ballard
JJ Zail
King Tubbys
Jah Oswald
Chrome
minimal tekkno auf Deutschland
PLASTIC BAG GALLERY in soho bro
Perrey-Kingsley
Marcel Duchamp
Der Plan
Opel, You Hot Little Bitch
and a whole bunch of things and people not in the slightest bit related to music besides
Sounds Like:
Raymond Great Scott playing Pong war down Funky Kingston Jamdown Toots and the Maytals' Back-Of-Wall Wey; sort of
and maybe sometimes even
the cars that ate paris
[symbolically speaking]
Record Label: Lard Bucket Records of Logan Square!!
Type of Label: Major

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